So out came the map and loads of scouring, pecking, and finger pointing. And then after a bit of wild gesticulating, we decided upon a route of which we were vaguely familiar. We counted lefts and we counted rights, and then we four set off. Four wobbly old men, rambling out of Usk, on a crusade to find St. Michael's Church in the village of (can you say this?) Llanvihangel-Ystern Llewern.
Okay... so the doors were locked and there wasn't much of a story once we reached the village. What was the significance of this little church, John? I dunno. I guess I'll have to look this one up later. But when I looked closer at the map I saw a strange dotted line moving along just below where we were standing.
Wait... what? I've heard of this. And it's where? Holy cow! It's right here!... just behind the church!
Yup... its a ditch. But not any ditch... it's a very old ditch... It's Offa's Dike, no less.
And that's what I love about cycling with these crazy old men in Wales. We always stumble across some sort of wonderful history.
|You can just barely see the ditch in this photo... |
it's the dark horizontal line running just beneath the trees.
Just look at the sky. We had one short rain shower where we huddled together under a bus shelter for about 45 minutes (should have a taken a photo!!!) and then voila... more beautiful blue sky.
A fabulous day.